When the early December storms dumped boatloads of precipitation onto California, SVV and I booked our cabin share as quickly as we could to enjoy one weekend of snow before we left for the holidays. Instead, we showed up to the South Shore to find zero powder and, instead, an icy tundra.
That didn’t seem to matter to certain polar bears present, one of whom was just! so! excited! to be in or on any kind of white stuff for the first time.
OK, maybe she wasn’t the only one.
Her mom and dad, both former Denmark dwellers, were nearly as pleased to be back in winter as the next citified California-Eskimos.
Our “backyard” at the cabin is really beautiful. There’s a peaceful river…
…that someone tried to make a splash in more than once.
There’s some thick brush, perfect for a game of hide and seek. (The pup’s particularly fond of that pastime.)
Ella aside, there’s even wildlife—and in the dead of winter at that!
We threw the ball for the bebe until our throwing arms were sore.
Time and time again, she sprinted across the tundra with perfect grace, bounding like an elegant bunny.
She’s always a bit like a jack-in-the-box, that one, but has a special spring in her step when beaches or, in this case, snow fields are involved.
(We’re not at all obsessed with our dog…whatever do you mean?)
As I type this, it’s 69 degrees in Memphis. I can’t wait to return to winter in Tahoe once again in less than a week!
I think the husband and daughter would agree.
(Once more now, with feeling.)
How about you: Do you share our enthusiasm for snow days?